The Wedding Dress

I was gifted a wedding dress from my aunt and uncle.  I picked out a reasonably priced one and started planning my wedding.  It was very, very generous of them to buy it for me.  I don't think I thanked them enough.  There was a catch.  My grandma always talked of this aunt with accolades.  No one could outdo her, she did everything right etc. etc.  When all I started hearing from my grandma was how much she was helping me and how great she was etc. etc., I realized that the success of my whole wedding was going to be attributed to her.  I was not in a mental state to deal with that.  I had failed at everything my entire life in her eyes thus far (so I felt )and was never told I was good at anything and the last thing I could handle, was to have my grandma give her all the credit....so, based on this alone, I cancelled the wedding.  
 
Extreme yes.  But I wanted the wedding to be about me and not what a wonderful job so and so did.  I wanted my grandma to think I was wonderful, not her.  I could never compete with her and I quite disliked her for that.  It wasn't her fault, but due to all the prior pain in my life, I was just not at an emotional state that I could handle that. 
 
So I gave the dress back to them.  God made good use of it.  You see, she had a knock on her door by some mormon girls who wanted to help out around her house as part of their training.  So she allowed them to do so and became smitten with them.  Over time their relationship grew and the one girl was getting married.  She offered her the dress and the girl was thrilled!!  They even went to her wedding and have remained in contact years later...so although it did not work for me, it worked in even more amazing ways.  God is amazing.
 
Oh, I forgot to mention...the designer name on the wedding dress was Jessica...as was the name of the girl who wore it on her wedding day.